The “palace” looked big on the outside, I wondered how huge it would be on the inside. The building looked like a cross between Victorian style an... American foursquare, lined with yellow ruff tiles on the walls and dark brown bricks on the roof.I took off my sunglasses, putting them in my purse and rang the doorbell a few minutes before two in the afternoon. The door was opened a minute later by a tall and elegant black-haired woman wearing a sleeveless white A-line dress who seemed to be in. I really wanted to talk to him again. I would have loved to have him guideme again. I had tried to do the stuff I had done with him on cam alone,but it didn't work the same without him there. Still, I was just nervousabout meeting him in person. He had changed how I thought aboutmasturbation and sex, and I didn't know what would come next.I tried to move past him. I even jacked off a few times without tellinghim. But I felt so guilty. Not looking at him body when I came feltawkward too. . ’ ‘Yup, I’ve been in some real holes back during the service, and a few nice places that called themselves Gentleman’s clubs since. But nothing on the level of Don’s club.’ I was firming up remembering the club, and my gyrating Barbie doll dancing for me. ‘So Ken, what was your favorite part about last night?’ getting firmer in her grip stroking me. ‘Easy, you dancing for me.’ ‘Right, you’re trying to tell me you didn’t enjoy Sarah or Carroll or Fabiana dancing for us?’ ‘Of course I enjoyed it,. We would discuss this, but only when I was good and ready. In the meantime I was enjoying the game, the various subtle hints she dropped into our conversation, and the frustration she must have felt when seemingly I didn't understand them.That night our loving was different. I had accepted the idea that we would be together again, examining the notion from all angles and discovering that I found not flaws but positives. Our conversations had been illuminating and the hurt was relegated to the.